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Mhalyn came to slowly, her head floating. It was dark. And whatever she was laying on was moving, bumpy. There was a clip-clop noise. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was being attacked by the person she had trusted the most just a month ago. And...dying. She must have died. The only one who could have saved her was Daryan, but he wouldn't have, surely. Was this an afterlife? Lys-Akkarians didn't truly believe in one, not like the people in Orinovo, but no one discount
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Correct, that's the reason
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he needs more un-brainwashing first
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Ainreth groaned as he woke up, his eyelids too heavy to lift. He wanted to go right back to sleep. His body just felt drained, oh so drained. He could hear people talking softly nearby, but he couldn't understand the words they were saying. What had he drunk to feel so dead? Then again, he didn't have a splitting headache or the need to throw up. He was just too tired to exist while his heart was squeezed with dread. But why? What had happened? Ainreth groaned again as he fin
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I hope it's satisfying when it finally comes
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Fennrin groaned, waking up with his head hurting and his mouth dry. This feeling was familiar for some reason, but he couldn't remember why. It took considerable effort to open his eyes, realizing that he was laying on the carpet in his and Daryan's chambers. He squinted around until he noticed his lover standing nearby, looking down at him with a scowl. Fennrin immediately flinched, his heart lurching. Oh by the moon, he'd done something wrong again. Oh sun, oh no. "You fail
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Mhalyn walked inside the palace, strangely calm and focused, the sleeping tonic in her pocket. She had disposed of the instructions on where to find Petre later. Even though she would have loved to hang onto it just to make sure she didn't misremember, she couldn't let that fall into the wrong hands. It would be better to lose contact with Petre than to risk having them be discovered. Mhalyn wasn't certain if her plan here was going to work. She had told the city guard to spread the wo
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Hope nothing terrible happens to her
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Mhalyn knew something was wrong. She hadn't figured out what yet, but something was horribly, horribly wrong. She'd met the Arbiter just now, and they had acted odd—far too unfocused, and claiming that there was something very important they needed to do. It wouldn't have been that concerning on its own. After all, the Arbiter could have simply had too much on their mind, or they could have not slept well, or had perhaps not slept at all, as they'd done before. But no. This was chillin
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Aside from a few strange, confusing conversations he'd had with people, and the overall situation, Fennrin felt very nice. It wasn't good that Daryan was on house arrest and had his power limited. In fact, it was incredibly unfair. Daryan hadn't done anything to warrant such a punishment. But at least Fennrin got to spend time with him. He was currently kneeling on the floor at Daryan's feet, as he'd been told to, and Daryan was stroking his newly short hair. He'd said he would like Fe
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Possibly, eventually 🫠
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Yarima couldn't believe what she was seeing. Who she was looking at. Her childhood best friend, the one she'd taken her first priori power from, the one she'd hurt without meaning to. It had been so long ago, and yet she remembered with such clarity. The look of betrayal on Katya's face when she realized what Yarima had done to her. She must have realized it before Yarima even, feeling her power drain out of her. Yarima didn't know what had happened after that. She'd just run beca
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Imprisoned in the Orinovo, Ainreth is experimented on in an attempt to figure out lightweaver creation. Things seem hopeless, until unlikely allies join his side to help him. Meanwhile in Lys-Akkaria, Mhalyn works with the rebels to come up with a rescue plan to get Fennrin out of Daryan's clutches and ensure he permanently loses his power over the country.
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Fenn under his control and Ain out of the picture. Daryan's dreams are just coming true
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Desperate times required desperate actions. And Mhalyn couldn't imagine the times to become any more desperate. After what had happened, the Court had decided to put Daryan into house arrest and take away his power through an old law meant for crises. And Mhalyn would have thought that to be good given what Daryan had been doing. But she'd seen Fennrin as well. Daryan had done something to him. Before he'd been angry and irritable, but Mhalyn had felt like she could still reason with h
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Super happy to hear you're enjoying the series Book 3 is even longer than this one, things might soon finally stop getting worse and start to get better
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He's not letting anyone or anything stop him at this point
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Fennrin had been scared Daryan might punish him for what had happened, but he'd been strangely silent. At least Fennrin thought so. He'd not been paying much attention to the outside world, stuck in his grief. It had been hours, and he'd still not said anything to Fennrin. Now that they were alone, Fennrin had expected that this would be the time for Daryan to speak, but he was still staying quiet. Usually, Fennrin would assume something horrible would follow that silence, but he could
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Dear ol' Neven
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Fennrin groaned, shaking his head as he tried to pull himself together. He needed to capture or kill Ainreth. But instead he was the one being captured, given the clamp on his right hand. But...wait. His left hand was still free. And no one was holding him down anymore. He got up, trying to wrestle the clamp off his hand, only to find it locked. But he could still fight, even with just one hand. He could.... His thoughts came to an immediate halt when he heard a horn coming from t
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This is true throughout this whole book
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A large effigy in the visage of Varilik was certainly not what Ainreth would have thought of, but he had to admit it was just insulting enough to get under the Herald's skin. And it was tall enough to be seen far and wide. Ainreth couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of it, now burning. He really hoped it was clear who the effigy was supposed to symbolize. But even if it wasn't, he was sure that someone had already notified Varilik about the rebel gathering if nothing else. He just h
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Ooh, now that would be interesting. I think he'd suck at the job because I can't see him putting up with politics, but I like this idea
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Ainreth gritted his teeth, sweat running down his forehead as he raised his hands to the sun, pulling at the beams of light it produced. He had been training constantly since people had started getting killed. He couldn't believe they'd gotten here, but they had, and so he had to do his best to protect them. Pulling in the sun's rays, he formed as spear from them, sending it flying at a nearby tree, wavering a bit with exhaustion as he watched the light sear through the wood, burning a
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Well said. Daryan isn't going to change but Fenn could use a wake up call...
